((First post of the year and it’s RP? Wut.))
Log excerpt from Anienne R Moynel
Magian Log, Day 1, Windurst Residential District
This morning I woke up to a surprise. My darling wife Myrna had just gotten her old temple attire out of storage was was trying it on. Much to her dismay, years of training as a dragoon has made her legs considerably more muscled than before and she tore some of her trunks in the process. However despite this, she did proudly proclaim that she was taking up her monk training again in earnest and that she needed my help. I was perplexed and asked her why she needed my help, then I was about ready to smack her when she showed me: she had another one of those accursed magian weapons. As she tried to convince me that this was in fact something she would finish, we both made the startling revelation that she did not wash her old attire before storing it and that the storing company made no attempt to wash it. The tailor’s bill was severe.
Day 8, Riverne Site #B01
The first few days are a blur, in all honesty. We are now camping in Riverne, well I am, awaiting once again for the prescribed condition to occur to progress on her weapons. I was told the moogles discovered new techniques to empower the weapons and the results are startling! What took her weeks before took us barely a few hours. But as I said before, I am the only one camping. Myrna is as far as I can tell, meditating.
Day 9, Riverne Site #B01
Progress slowed down considerably. We surmised that the conditions can only be met one a week, so we will make excursions there at the times, as opposed to camping out as we usually do. I did inquire to Myrna about her meditating, and she said something about “re-aligning her chakras” or something like that, and offered to show me. I politely declined, but we did laugh at how out of character it seemed to me to have her sit so still for hours. I will have to ask Darian because I have never seen her like that. Is it hard to believe she seems calmer now?
Day 11, Riverne Site #B01
The claws are complete, at least for now. I was sick of losing sleep due to the endless thunderstorms around here.
Day 14, Attohwa Chasm
We had another bout of whirlwind progress again, it was nice that this time Tinuvael came to help us, and keep us company. Myrna is noticeably getting stronger, she said herself that it is coming back to her. She again offered to show me but again I politely declined. I am not nearly as flexible as most, much less a mithra and even less Myrna. However she continues to meditate. We are camping out here in the chasm because the conditions can occur with very litle notice. It’s been two days and she’s barely moving. I swear I am seeing dust gather around my wife, now a statue in the lotus position.
Day 16, Attohwa Chasm
I recall a story Darian once told me about her, that she spent several *weeks* in Ordelle’s Caves hunting down a monster all by herself, with only a linkshell and what she wore. Up until today I refused to believe him or that Myrna was capable of that. She has not moved. It has been three days and she Has. Not. Moved. Tinuvael is coming with supplies later, I am ashamed to admit that I have been consuming a lion’s share of them. Progress is slow and this place is horrifically dry.
Day 17, Attohwa Chasm
I talked to Myrna today, who has still not moved, and there was almost a serene presence to her. She was quite different that was I am used to; a veritable font of energy, confidence or subborness. Now she emits this clam and resolve that cannot be put into words. I am again ashamed to admit that camping out here is taking its toll on my body. I am considering taking her up on her offer.
Day 19, Attohwa Chasm
Shortly after my last entry I did as Myrna to show me how she could meditate like that, and when she got up it confirmed my suspicions. There was a crest of dust around she was was sitting. First thing she showed me was stretches. Now I know we are in the middle of nowhere but I still have great reservations about disrobing myself in public, unlike Myrna. It was brutal. Never before could I imagine that my body could be in such pain, especially from the “arch” position that she showed me. I was holding it for as long as I could, but she still helped me by holding up my back while still maintaining her own arch with an ease that I cannot even hope to reach. While she was demonstrating the stretches I was amazed and highly distracted by how her tone had improved, and it was my fault for several reasons that the stretches took twice as long. On the second day I tried the lotus position. It is a good thing Myrna knows how to massage cramps out.
Day 20, Attohwa Chasm
I slept. I slept so well I can hardly believe it. I attempted the lotus again and once I got it right, Myrna showed me breathing exercises and such to meditate. Sometime during I dozed off because I woke up in what little I was wearing with the sun rising. Myrna had grabbed a blanket and covered us for the night, thankfully, so I did not wake with a death of a cold. She waited until I rose to do her morning stretches with me, and I fully intend to join her in meditation for today at the very least. It was oddly relaxing. Maybe I should ask her what the heck a “chakra” is as well.
Day 31, Attohwa Chasm
I apologize for not being diligent with this log, as I have been in almost constant meditation with Myrna. I will honestly admit that I never truly believed her when she said that she was raised in a monastery but recent events have truly opened my eyes. We had prime conditions yesterday and completed the trial, but I asked if we could spend another day in the quiet of Attohwa together, and we simply meditated together. She never often spoke of her upbringing until a few months ago when she opened up to me, and now I feel like she has let me in on a small part of her life before. Maybe she is right, there’s nothing that can stand in our way.
Day 32, Bostaunieux Oubliette
We are both in agreement. HATE LEECHES.